Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 13:52:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Thomas <cr352010@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ritual Outing

THE RITUAL

I want to share this true story with you.

My best friend and I are country boy rednecks at heart. We're both 6'4"
with lean farm boy-baseball/basketball playing bodies, with medium thick
7.5" inch long cut cocks.  We both have dark brown hairy legs, hairy
asses, hairy groin area, with pleasure trails leading up to a pubic bush
patch on our chests and hairy pits, also with the moustache over the lip
like every good young redneck man would own back then who could grow
one.  We both have a couple of smooth places on our bodies like our
dimpled ass cheeks, upper torso areas and our backs.


My best friend and I hung tight all thru school from first grade.  We
partied and played our way through school.  We never did anything
sexually with each other in our years at school.  I always admired him
and wanted to be a friend that could hang with him.  We worked on our
families' farms, played ball, swam, camped out, hunted, drank alcohol,
smoked rabbit tobacco, and chased the girls together like any good
country boy rednecks would.


A number of years after graduation from high school, we were still
partying together. We had a ritual of going out every Wed. and/or Thur.
nights to the local university town about 45 minutes away, a pre-weekend
kickoff.  He was married then and missed hanging out/partying with the
boys. We usually got the gang together and packed in an alternate car
with driver each week.  Hell no we didn't have designated sober drivers,
we just all took a chance in dealing with the law if caught, young and
dumb and thank heavens we made it into out later lives and never hurt
anyone else in the process.


My best friend and I were always hard-core and could be depended upon on
going out every week, which left us going out by ourselves sometimes when
the others couldn't make it. Like I said, it was a ritual outing and we
would always stop by the ABC store for a fifth of O.F. and then proceed
to drink it on the way to Sin City.  Just as we pulled out of the ABC
parking lot, the cap would be taken off and thrown out the window and the
ritual saying of "Drink it or wear it" was said. Those were some happy
carefree days.


On one night of our solo trips without the gang, he stated to me as was
the norm after drinking the fifth fast and hard, "Pull over to a side
road, I have to piss.".  I pulled over to a side road and he got out.  He
closed the door and then stood right beside the passenger window pulling
his dick out and pointing it forward to the front of the car and started
to let loose of a hard piss stream. I was caught like a deer in the
headlights in the viewing of my best friends dick from the drivers seat,
hidden from view by him because he was leaning against the car with his
left arm on the roof of car.

You see, I had always secretly lusted after my friend from the earliest
age that I can remember. I knew I was attracted to boys and girls at a
young age. I would relish any opportunity I would have of seeing my best
bud while changing in the locker room, swimming, changing clothes in our
homes, pissing at urinals, and the wrestling around with the touching of
our bodies and the general physical contact you have with a party friend.
As I watched him tug the last piss drops out and shake his dick, I could
have sworn it seemed to me that he was getting in a semi hard state as he
snaked it back into his jeans.  He reached for the door handle and I was
literally blinded by the light from the overhead dome light because I had
been straining to catch every view I could of his dick from the dark
confines.


We then proceeded to Sin City and went our normal ways of bar hopping.
We settled in at the rock-n-roll club and drank our way through the
night.  We would take breaks, go outside and smoke a doobie and head back
in. We both headed out to car separately that night with different girls
and got them high and got into some heavy grouping and eventually a
blowjob.  We left that night, only because of the 2: 00 a.m. closing. It
was soon after we were on the road that invariably the occupants would
pass out for some sleep so that they might at least be worth something
the next day at work, leaving the driver solo.

During the drive back that night, because of my earlier viewing and
arousal by my best friend during his side of the road piss, I stole every
chance I could to view him next to me. He was laid back with his seat
reclined and his arm thrown back over his face.  I could barley make out
his dick impression through his jeans when the lighting from oncoming
cars or overhead street lamps offered (yea, I had already turned the
dashboard lights to max, but it just wasn't enough) it.  I always thought
he had a good looking package in his jeans, it showed well, not that his
jeans were tight, just the way that a good pair of worn jeans would be
from having a good sized dick molding the denim at the same place over
and over.

I had turned onto the road leading to my house and I heard from my passed
out friend, "I know you want to grab my dick, just go ahead and do it.".
I was shocked and thought, did I hear him right and is this a trick?  So
I shot back "This isn't the self serve lane, so pull it out and I'll show
you something you haven't seen before, the other end of it.", just in
case it was a joking statement he had made.  Well before I knew it, he
had unzipped his pants, fished out his dick and reached over and grabbed
my right hand and placed it around his dick, which was growing harder by
the second. It felt better than I had ever dreamed it could have, you
know that hard pulsing member with the soft spongy feel with the tickle
of pubes around the base and running up the backside of a cock. He then
stated, "Now you don't have an excuse.". Needless to say, I treasured
every pull, twist, and touch that I was now being honored with.

I pulled into my driveway and I drove around to the backdoor.  I reached
over and put his dick back into his briefs and carefully zipped up his
hard dick back into his jeans, having to leave the top unfastened because
his large dick was glued to his stomach above his briefs, keeping me from
fastening his jeans. I told him to come inside, which he did so without
hesitation, after raising himself from the prone position he was in
before.

We got inside and went directly to the living room and sat down thigh to
thigh next to each other on the couch.  We started some heavy-handed
grouping of our hadrons through our jeans and then our jeans were quickly
pulled down exposing our twin towers.  Here I was, mutually jerking off
with my best bud and thinking how this was truly a major milestone in my
sexual life, all the while wondering how far I could take it, with me
wanting to give him the blowjob of his life.  I couldn't wait to go down
on that cock and feel it swell in my throat, when unexpectedly as earlier
in the car, with my bud grabbing my hand and putting his dick in it, he
lowered his head and swallowed my cock.  Dreams really do cum true! Here
I was worried about how I was going to maneuver myself down to his dick
when he took the lead, what a great friend.


The swallowing and slurping by my best bud of my dick was the greatest
thing I had ever experienced. Guys in general, and some girls, know how
to give a good blowjob.  I was getting lost in the moment and had to pull
him from my cock before I erupted, and now it was my chance, to give a
blowjob to my best bud that I had lusted after for so long. I lowered my
self down his chest, licking that pleasure trail of hair down to the dick
of my dreams.  There is nothing like the feel of a hard cock in your
mouth, with the stretching out of your throat by the head of a dick when
it enters while swallowing it, and then the tickle of the pubes as they
hit your nose, what a good nose pillow.  We switched places a couple of
times, giving each other the best head and we both were really getting
off on the hot action.

I then took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom.  We undressed each
other, lay down on the bed, hugged and then instinctively went into the
69 position and continued with some of the best oral sex in my life.
This continued for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, until we both as if
on cue, shot heavy loads of cum into each other's mouths simultaneously,
with each of us swallowing each other's man seed.

As the old cliche goes, "I could have been taken there and died a happy
man," but this was only the beginning of a long awaited add-on to the
previous rituals we had been doing all of our lives. We enjoyed many more
hot man-to-man sex encounters as best oral buddies after that night.
Hope you beat off a good one while reading this, true experiences to me
are the best stories to read.  I look forward to your comments.